The Women in Our House
“Haa~~ For real? Where’d my Christmas go? Hiiing~!”
A scream laced with lament bursts out the moment I open my eyes. Outside the window, the sun’s already dipping low. My smartphone screen coolly informs me it’s December 27th. Did I seriously sleep for over 24 hours? Wow, I must’ve been possessed by the sleep demon or something.
But this sensation hitting me right as I wake up—this isn’t a normal body. My lower abdomen... ugh, it’s stinging like crazy. I dreamed of getting fucked by a pig.
Dream? Nah, more like... a memory. ..Not a memory~ Crazy... it’s the past, the past!! No way that counts as a “memory,” duh... Yeah, that final round that day. After everyone crashed from exhaustion, that pig played with me while I wasn’t in my right mind.
Now he’s howling that I’m his woman. Thrusting into my helpless hole, bawling his eyes out. Well... I might be that pig’s first and last woman. A sigh slips out from the pity. But damn, how much did he go at it? My lower abdomen’s all messed up. And it’s not just there—my nipples are throbbing from all the sucking. My front, taking turns from three cocks. My back, stretched mercilessly with zero prep. Nothing’s unscathed. My whole body’s screaming in pain.
Should I go to the hospital? OB-GYN? What the hell do I even say? “Doctor, a few days ago in Voice Queen Noraebang Room 3, I got gangbanged by three friends taking turns? Later they double-stuffed my front and back like wild animals. Feels like everything’s torn now!”
....
Crazy! No way I say that out loud. I mean, I lived 19 years as an upstanding(?) Korean guy...! My brain still short-circuits thinking how I ended up in a body that takes cock, and now I’m supposed to brief a doctor? Hell no.
But... the feeling’s weird. Shame? Or...
I got to play this hardcore before kicking the bucket! Pride? Honestly...
Ah, I must be totally insane?! ♥
That dopamine exploding when those hot, heavy things filled me front and back! Dopamine and endorphins linking arms with my brain cells for a tap dance! ...Am I really a full-on bitch now? Just a hollow laugh.
Well... won’t happen again. Call it a wild experience before death, whatever.
I drag my shaky legs to the living room. The kitchen’s wafting the savory smell of toast. My lifesaver—my youngest aunt—is prepping breakfast.
“Kang Yeon-woo... you did it, didn’t you?”
The first words out of her mouth as I sit at the table. Wow, zero buildup, straight to it?! Classic Kang Mi-yeon. What a woman.
“W-What? What’d I do? I-I just met friends, sang some clean songs... maybe a little booze...”
“Yeah~ sure~ you did. Your eyes are screaming ‘I partied hard.’ And look at you walking—like a bow-legged cowgirl~ Totally like me after my first time.”
“Auntie... like your first time?!!”
“Yup~ spot on.”
“...Sure.”
Did Auntie get gangbanged her first time too??
“‘Sure’? What, you think I’m some amateur~? I went harder than you, that’s for sure.”
Double penetration too??
“No way~ You didn’t go that wild.”
“Hey~ hey~ hey~!! Grown up now and dissing your aunt? Back in my day, guys wouldn’t let go of my wrist!”
But not three guys at once, right??
“First night? Don’t get me started, kid~ Thought I’d die. Pfft... my boyfriend back then had insane stamina~ Bet he did more in one night than you’ve done your whole life.”
“Nah~ No way...”
I lost my virginity to three guys and we went over twenty rounds? More than that??
“No, absolutely not.”
“Oh~ This kid’s really underestimating me~”
Auntie beams and slides a plate of toast my way. Damn, though—my ass hurts so bad, my back’s arched forward without thinking. Looks like hemorrhoids at a glance.
“You crazy bitch. Quit showing it and eat!!”
“Heh... heh... Thanks.”
That high school summer—total meltdown from this freak condition, off to check Han River water temps. Auntie fished me out. Congenital Adrenal Hyperplasia (type 3). Nasty long name. TL;DR: Born genetically female, but male hormones went nuts, making my girl parts look like boy parts. Type 3 looks perfect as a guy on the outside. Kid days, male hormones blasting—total macho life. Then adulthood hits, female hormones go “Hey bro, my turn!” and remodel me with massive tits, wide hips, sensitive pussy.
Hospital knew at birth? Yup, told Dad—the family heir. Did he tell relatives? Nope. Barely got his four-gen heir. Couldn’t face Grandpa. Raise her as a boy no matter what. Dad’s greed, they say. But as years passed, tits grew, dick shrank—I became a woman. Willpower can’t fight biology. Dad confessed eventually. I shattered. Lived as a guy my whole life. Now I’m a eunuch?? Suddenly a girl?! My identity? Friends? School? ...My life?!! Han River it was.
Auntie saved me then, but it didn’t change. Congenital Adrenal Hyperplasia. Suicide rate’s waaaay higher than average. No wonder... Still dream of guy days sometimes. Wake up a girl. Mornings are mind-melting. Dream of pounding a chick with wet dreams, wake up to soaked crotch. Sanity’s a miracle.
Last week, kitchen knife to wrist, zoning out. Auntie yells:
“Hey, at least get laid before dying! Too tragic to go as a virgin ghost!”
That advice... 100% effective now. Know the taste of dopamine and endorphins.
“You were so down these days, worried you’d check river temps again... Glad you’re ‘fully charged.’”
Auntie grins. Fully charged?? ...Ridiculous word choice. Cum-charged~ What?!
First rejected her idea hard. Kissed and fucked by a guy? Initially “Ew, gross!” But... body reacts, no arguing. Brain says no, below screams “Welcome!”—human body’s twisted mystery!
“But Auntie, I really can’t date. Imagining holding a guy’s hand gives me chills.”
“Who said date? Just grab dopamine! Can’t date~ but sex is fine. Just lie there~ guys do the work. You? React when your body does.”
Auntie’s cool reply. Worked like she said. Adult wisdom? I chuckle dryly, bite into toast.
Yeah, dating’s impossible. KakaoTalk flirting with a guy? Gross. But sex? Survival now. Hardcore therapy blasting depression.
“Ah, out of the shower and it’s chilly. Yeon-woo, more toast left?”
Han Bo-ram. 25. Part-timer at Auntie’s coffee shop. Doesn’t know I was a guy once—struts out naked post-shower. Jiggling tits. Sleek thighs. That clear view... down there!!
Damn, where do I even look?
Bo-ram unnie doesn’t know I was a guy. Or that part of my brain still runs guy-mode. None of this house’s women do.
Ah, driving me nuts. Those tits... wanna grope just once.
Lower half’s sore from guys, but brain’s packed with beastly urges for her.
“Oh, Yeon-woo! Nosebleed!”
“Huh? Wha...?”
Touch it—yep, real?? Wow, Kang Yeon-woo. Total animal? Fucked by guys, now nosebleed over girl bod?
Pathetic. React to girls, react to guys...
“Yeon-woo oppa.. no, unnie~ What’s up?”
Now cousin Min-ji?? Short dolphin shorts, white tank. No bra—nipple poke’s vivid. Teasingly close. Guy body? Instant 100% erection.
***
“Yeon-woo, something good happen? You zoned out all class.”
“...Huh?!”
Snapped back—replaying pig pounding me. Flush face, ragged breath. Wipe sweat, recover late.
“W-What?! More importantly, it’s Yeon-woo again! Call me Teacher, I said?!”
“Tch... barely older, why...”
This grumbling punk in front of me—Woo Gwang-tae. Twenty. Blew college entrance again, prepping third try—rich kid spoiled brat. And... unbeknownst to him, my high school junior by two years.
“But... Teacher Yeon-woo.”
“What, why?!”
“How much tutoring fee you get from my dad?”
“Why’s that your business?”
He smirks slyly, sneaks a peek at my chest.
“I’ll double it. Teach me other stuff too? Heh.”
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Pig “memories”... no, the past...
